That saying about things happening in threes. The saying that always makes you look over your shoulder when two stupid things happen. I thought about it today and wondered when the third thing was going to happen and I realized it already had.
Tuesday I left the oven on so high I set off the smoke alarms and had to open every door and window in the house. I just wandered off and forgot. Charcoal vegetables, good thing I'd had that vanilla slice for lunch and the cupcake for breakfast. I noticed tonight when I finally got around to washing the dish that it now has a lovely meandering crack across the bottom. That's one.
Now for two. My office chair has been wobbling like a clown on a spring so I had a look at the workings this morning. I seem to have created a crack in the steel base plate. I can't blame the workmanship, I've been sitting on this seat for a quarter of a century so it's seen some heavy duty service. I just have to sit very upright and still and be careful scooting along the carpet in case the wheels decide to come off as well. I've already been through the great lounge chair disaster. It's just that it's my chair. I bought it with the first real chunk of money that was mine.
And then there's three. I'm standing at the stove, currying up a storm and talking to Ma on the phone (multi-tasking) and I'm blind in one eye. I mean I'm seeing perfectly well out of the left eye but the right one is blurred but not hurting. Calm is restored when I swivel the left lens of my glasses and spot the right lens in the curry. The screw came unscrewed. It's really weird to be able to see clearly out of one side and not the other. Okay, so that's three and I'm counting them as three.
And while I'm here. Where do the news services (hah!) and current affairs shows ((double hah!)) get off making air time for a crappy criminal being brought home for justice and having another crim's wife giving a tour of criminal haunts in Melbourne?